Girls are made of sugar and spice, but that doesn't mean they're always nice

These windows we call people aren't so easy to see through.
He thought he saw inside of her.
He thought he knew.
He spent days watching endless rain.
The other days watching the fog roll in clouds low to the ground.
She was the greatest magician ever.
He could never figure her out.
Her magic, His mystery.
This is loneliness at best, at best.